Motion without sound
Lacrimal, the threshold
Traversed and ghost seek
Close the door, close the door
My lock is second nature
She likes the quick caress
A skip, a beat, to face the corner
Luminescence on remote
[positioned for recovery
the spy of the chest
is my siren song tonight]

She is fatal, he is fetal
That's the way we learn mistakes
From the gravestone to the cradle
Beer don't go with birthday cakes
We start with "Let us consider a point"
From which the vessel shoots the cure
That everybody needs
But nobody really wants
Who woulda guessed?
I'm only half "M"
In the fight to spite "S"
And I cackle like a madman at the needle she presents

What, me nervous?
It's no joke, but a fluke
Juice and crackers, just relax
Stand up slowly, plasma facts
In a mute maneuver
My Jamais Vu-doo dance step
Takes flight from a spider bite
Riding the shortwave to UHF Hell
Where a three-headed redcap tolls the bell
"Am I dead?" mocks the sport in cool retort
To the lapses gone roaming
In my synapses through the gloaming
Then feeling for the helium
That floats away my cranium
I chase around these sterile walls
Like a superball
10 cc's IV Metrazol
Hides the wolf in the flock
Now, my accomplices, accessorize!
With a bandaid on a shotgun wound
Let's paint this town institutional green
Smoke and mirrors on a punchclock
Tonight we make the evening news!

------Beware the lollipop of mediocrity-
Lick it once and you suck forever.

Comments

The following comments are for "Epilepisodes In Umbra"by metrozol

electroconvulsive poetry
'cause I like the way this poem flexes and convulses like cardio-rhythms gone awry. can’t quite decide if its about a bringing back from the brink or a tipping over the edge… possibly both, the former physically, the latter mentally… or is that the other way around…?

what else I like is how lock is second nature, how mistakes are learnt, how S and M are as much Sane and Mad as they are Sadistic and Masochistic, and perhaps there’s a connection between those pairs of concepts…?

made me think that “need” covers a multitude of sins. made me think that the line between sane and insane seems pretty arbitray sometimes...

like the mash up of profundity and banality. sometimes its hard to tell the difference... that's conditioning for you...

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AMG, thank you so much for responding to this piece. As usual, your insight is penetrating and right on the mark in regards to the myriad possibilities of meaning you are able to glean from just this one work. Please forgive me for not responding as often as I should. It's not often I have access to a computer. I really appreciate your input- Thanks again.
Desvelado- Don't chuck your pyooter- it may owe you someday! Anger??? Naaaw. Insanity, yes, but not anger. But now I'm insatiably curious as to where the anger is in this poem. Could you point it out to me? If not, I'm crossing over to your side of the road.
Hey Pennylope, thanks for stopping by and READING MY POEM. In case you haven't figured it out yet, (for as long as you've been a member of this site), the rating system is for OTHER PEOPLE to rate your submitted work, not for the author to rate themselves. There's no way for anyone to know who placed the rating. Also, why would I give myself such a low rating? But again, thanks for stopping by!